"Wow, it's really big!"
Enda's eyes shone brightly as he evaluated Dante's office. This place was more spacious than his home office, decorated quite simply but no less luxuriously. An expensive gray sofa, a square tea table, a desk placed close to the floor-to-ceiling window, the direction of the wind and the light were both just right; in short, it was perfect.
"Because we do interior design, most of the office furniture in the company uses the designs of our most outstanding employees. But this office in particular, I designed it myself."
Enda clung to him in admiration, looking at him as if looking at a treasure:
"You're really amazing."
"I'm your husband, after all. Go sit over there, whatever you want to drink, I'll tell the secretary to bring it to you."
"Get me a cup of coffee."
Dante pressed the internal landline button, asking Halvey to bring him two cups of iced milk coffee. There was one thing Dante didn't know, which was that Enda couldn't drink coffee; just a small sip and he would lie awake counting sheep until dawn.
However, a wicked idea popped into the kid's head, which was why he asked for coffee.
Halvey brought the tray of coffee in, seeing the young man sitting cross-legged on the sofa, his head buried in his laptop. He carefully placed a cup of coffee in front of Enda; the young man looked up and smiled sweetly:
"Thank you!"
Halvey was slightly startled for a moment, then gave a somewhat forced smile. He placed another cup on Dante's desk; Dante only gave a slight nod, then turned back to say to Enda:
"Don't sit hunched over like that, get a pillow to prop behind your back while you sit."
Enda murmured an agreement and grabbed a pillow to prop behind his back, leaning his whole body against the chair, focusing on his thesis. Both of them concentrated on their own work, nobody paying attention to Halvey's existence, making him not know whether to laugh or cry.
He had originally intended to treat Enda as his love rival, but now he found his love rival a bit... cute. What should he do?
Dante looked up, right at the moment he caught Halvey still standing frozen there staring intently at Enda, and said displeasedly:
"Why are you still here, don't you have work to do?"
Halvey blushed, awkwardly apologizing. As he retreated, he couldn't help but steal another glance at Enda, making Dante's face turn completely dark.
His baby being eyed by someone else made him very unhappy.
Actually, he had wrongfully blamed Halvey; the guy was merely evaluating his love rival.
Enda sensed Dante's burning gaze, looking up to ask him what was wrong. Dante shook his head, smiling as he said he just wanted to look at him for a bit, then buried his head back into his work.
Enda's eyes shifted slightly; he discreetly glanced at the executive desk, evaluating the height and angle, then tiptoed and gently placed his laptop on the table, softly sneaking over to the corner of the desk.
Dante felt something touch the tip of his toe; shifting his eyes away from his documents and looking down, he saw his Adorable Baby crawling under the desk, looking up at him mischievously.
Right at this moment, the office door burst open, and a booming voice transmitted in:
"Hey man, you haven't bothered to see your bros for a whole month, are you planning to be a monk or something?"
Halvey awkwardly bowed his head to Dante:
"I'm sorry Director, I couldn't stop him..."
"It's fine, this is my friend, you can step out."
Corbin rested his hand on his chin, evaluating Halvey from head to toe; his unreserved gaze made Halvey's whole body uncomfortable. He bowed in greeting and retreated outside. At this time, Corbin leaned back on the sofa, saying:
"No wonder, with an absolute beauty of a secretary in the office like this."
The zipper of Dante's trousers was pulled open, his dick grabbed by a small, thin hand, rubbing and playing with it. He tried to maintain a normal facial expression, saying:
"Don't talk nonsense, there's nothing between him and me."
"Is that so? How come you haven't been to Camelia Lounge lately, those bottom boys there are looking for you like crazy."
"Shhh..." Enda gave a hard pinch.
"What's wrong?"
"No, nothing. Did you come here for something?"
Corbin babbled on about this and that; Dante agonizingly gripped his pen tightly, fundamentally unable to hear what he was saying.
Enda initially just gently stroked and played with his penis, until Corbin talked about the boys at the gay bar. He angrily glared at Dante and gave his dick a painful pinch.
Then he fully kneeled up, sticking out his tongue to lick Dante's dick from top to bottom, opening his mouth to take it in. Poor Dante felt so good but couldn't make a sound; he could only grit his teeth and endure it, secretly wishing that the blabbermouth would hurry up and scram.
"Hey, are you listening to what I'm saying?"
"Huh, what did you say? Shit..."
"You, you're acting really weird today. I asked whose computer is that on the table?"
"...Why do you care? If you don't have any business, then scram."
"Hmph, fine if you don't want to tell me, what's with chasing people away. Are you going to the bar tonight, there have been some really tasty-looking ones lately."
His "little brother" got bitten again; Dante's body jerked slightly, gritting his teeth tightly as he said:
"...I'm not going."
"Yo! Are you really planning to be a monk? Hey, you haven't set your sights on your secretary, have you?"
Enda angrily let go of Dante's dick; he gritted his teeth and pinched it. Dante was miserable but couldn't express it; grimacing, he secretly reached a hand down to pat Enda's head, saying grumpily with a dark face:
"If I say I'm not going then I'm not going, why are you talking so much nonsense. Get lost and let me work!"
"Oh fuck your mother, did you eat a firecracker or something? Get lost then get lost, daddy here doesn't give a damn."
Corbin stood up in frustration. Before leaving, he cast a meaningful side-glance at the half-finished cup of coffee and the laptop on the table, however, Dante was too occupied to notice.
He walked out the door but didn't leave immediately, instead leaning against the secretary's desk and tapping on it:
"Hey little secretary, who is the person in your director's office?"
Halvey didn't think much of it, only assuming they had met inside but Dante hadn't introduced them, so he said politely:
"I don't know either, sir. He came with Mr. Dante around noon."
Then where was the person?
Corbin lightly stroked his chin, and associating it with Dante's unnatural expression, a thought flashed through his mind.
No way, right? Playing that big?
Corbin let out an evil "hehe" laugh. Right at the moment Dante had relaxed his body to enjoy himself, he pushed the door wide open, popping his head in and shouting:
"Hey, those bedmates of yours are still waiting for you to come play a Threesome."
Answering him was a coffee cup accompanied by an angry roar:
"GET LOST!!!!"
Corbin slammed the door shut, laughing 'haha' as he turned and walked away, leaving behind a group of employees staring at each other in confusion, not understanding what was going on.
Inside the office...
"Oh? A Threesome?"
Dante was flustered:
"Don't listen to that guy spouting nonsense, there's no such thing."
Enda coldly shrugged his shoulders, crawling out from under the desk to tidy up his clothes. Dante looked at his indifferent expression, not knowing what to do, hastily stuffing his unsatisfied weapon back into his pants, clumsily standing up wanting to explain to him.
Enda closed his laptop and put it into his backpack, slinging it over his shoulder, saying:
"It's quite late, I have to go back now, otherwise that brat will cause trouble again."
"I'll take you back..."
"No need, I'll call a car."
"Enda..."
Answering him was the slamming of the door. Dante stood dazed for a moment, then disregarding his image, chased after him.
No joking around, letting him leave just like that, he could lose his wife easily.